The Shared House
It was ten o’clock in the morning and I sat beside her there on the front cement porch. Her hands shook. She finished peeling all the potatoes and she started to cook.
How I Catch Love
When readers from all over the world read my words, I am understood as a woman. When Afghans work together to bring peace in Afghanistan, love catches me.
Not All Is Forgiven
If there is hell in the other world, I hope he is there and I am sure he is.
When It’s Day There It’s Night in Afghanistan
They were really friendly and nice and introduced everyone in the family. Suddenly, their dog came out and they introduced the dog.
It Could Happen to Me
Ali was an old enemy of Tahira’s family. He went to the family and reported what he had seen, and then he spread the word to the village.
Powerless to Protest
I asked why the boys of the family did not have to do any work and were highly regarded while the girls worked all the time and were treated with no respect. She said, “Because they are male!”
Suffering In Silence
I was able to meet her alone for ten minutes in the small, secluded backyard while she was hanging the clothes she had washed.
Sara introduction
Sabera was born in 1994 in central Afghanistan and soon will begin university studies on a scholarship. She joined AWWP so she can write about the issues Afghan society has faced. For example, she remembers while growing up during the war her school had one teacher for 100 students, and he was put to death for teaching un-Islamic lessons.